I never did like sortings, they always bore the hell out of me. And that hat. That God damn hat and his songs. They really pissed me off. And Dumbledore, he pissed me off too. In fact, my sister, Dumblerdore, sortings, and that damn hat were just a few things that pissed me off. You see, it's not that I'm an angry girl, per say, I just don't like a lot of things.
Finally, I'm back at school. This place, though forsaken, feels a hell of a lot closer to a home then that dreary hell of a house I had to spend most of my holiday in. I mean, I have a few people I can talk to, a nice room with a nice bed, better food, and no more nagging.
I sat next to Marcus and the rest of the team near the middle end of the Slytherin table. I put my head down, and watched people talking. Most of all, I kept my eyes on the Gryffindork table. Lucky bastards, they were. It's a proven fact that when you meet somebody and say, "Hi, I'm 'so and so' from Gryffindor." you will automatically be that persons friend, you will be loved and treasured by professors, and you will most likely go far in life. And it's also a proven fact that if you introduce yourself to somebody by saying, "Hi, I'm 'so and so' from Slytherin." the person will look at you in disgust, get scared, and you will be looked down upon by most professors, and you will most likely go far in life, only because of intimidation. So, therefore, Slytherin isn't such an all around bad place, now is it?
Anyways, those "Lucky Bastards" at the Gryffindor table were yelling. For the first time, they were raising their voices and being out of order. And who should be behind all of this, but my lovely sister and her fucking boyfriend and her fucking friends. Shit. What exactly was she getting at here? Was she trying to be like me? Fuck no.
"Will you shut up the hell up, you damn Gryffinshits?!" yelled Marcus. It's always been me and Marcus's pleasure to come up with different endings to the prefix "Gryffin-"
"How dare you make the first insult of the year to my sister!!! You know we were saving that for Harry Potter… Dammit Flint!" I said jokingly to him. It was the truth. Me and Flint were going to give that Potter kid some serious shit this year. "Oh Andy dear!" I yelled, "Do please shut your face!"
"Make me Sidney!" she hollered.
"Oh, just watch me you Gryffinbi-" I stood up, but Marcus pulled me back down.
"Cool it, man." he whispered in my ear as I took my seat.
"Hey, Fugler!!!" yelled Percy Weasley. Ugh...I hated him and his family sooo much. There are no words on how much I'd love to punch them all. "Or should I say..." then that bastard, Percy, mouthed the word "Fucker" and then added a lovely "Shut up!" with it. That was it. This was fucking it. I stood up, and Marcus wasn't gonna keep me down on this one. I walked over to the Gryffindor table to where Percy was sitting.
"Oi! What the fuck did you just say?!" by that time, everybody was starring at us.
"You heard what I said." said Percy in a smug voice.
"Oh, C'mon, why don't you say it again? I don't think I heard it all to well."
"You wanna know what I said?" asked Percy. "I said 'Fuuuu-'" but before he could say the 'cker" part, I back handed him. Right there at the table. It felt good to do that. My hand just sort of came across and "WHACK!". One half of his face was red, and I could hear the Slytherin Quidditch team laughing. It was funny. And I couldn't help but smile. Soon after that, I started laughing myself. It was hilarious. That little weasel deserved it! I couldn't really understand why Andy wasn't laughing. She knew he deserved it too. After all, she did have the same surname as me.
But yes, my bliss was cut short by a sudden, "Ms. Fugler!" Before I turned around, I closed my eyes and prayed that it wasn't Professor Snape and that, whoever it was, was calling my sister. My sister's head and mine jerked to the front of the room, where Professor Snape stood. Shit.
"Ms. Fugler, would you please be kind and take your seat?!" he said in a stern voice. I walked back to the Slytherin table, and it was a very long walk. As I took my seat, the Professor added: "By the way, Ms. Fugler?" my head looked up from my depressive slump and gave a cold look to that bastard. "I'll be seeing you in detention for the next week." Shit. This year wasn't going well at all.
The damn sorting began. And that damn hat sang it's song. And that damn Dumbledore sat smugly in his seat watching us. And my damn sister was sitting in her seat with all of her friends and with her fucking boyfriend, all of them looking happy. And then there was me. My head on the table with detention for a week for slapping somebody who quite deserved it.
When the food came, I left my head on the table. Maybe somebody would mistake my head for a turkey and cut it open.
"Hey..." said Adrian with a wad of food in his mouth. "You want some food, Sid?"
"Don't bother me, I'm busy being depressed." I said flat out.
"Hey Malfoy!" Marcus called over some blonde kid that looked rather annoying to me. The little kid came over and Marcus introduced him: "Hey, guys...er, and Sid, this is Draco Malfoy. My dad works for his dad." everybody said their Hello's and introduced themselves to him.
"Who the hell is she?" said Draco. Marcus explained to him that I wasn't feeling very good. "Ooh, it's probably PMS or something like that." The team laughed. Were people purposely trying to piss me off today or what? I ignored him. He took the seat in between me and Marcus. They talked mostly about Quidditch, but I wasn't really paying attention. In fact, I believe I was starting to fall asleep until I felt a hand on my knee. I figured that person just put their hand on my knee by accident or something, so I let it slide. Then that hand started moving up my thigh. That's when I looked down at my lap, and saw that pervert, Malfoy, touching me!
"Get your bloody hand off me." I said calmly, trying not to land myself another detention.
"No." he said sternly. The rest of the team just stared at us.
"No?" er...shit, I was expecting him to say sorry or something like that, but not no. He just looked at me. I looked at Professor Snape, who was engaged in deep conversation, to make sure he wasn't watching. "You fucking pervert!" I pushed his hand off me. I don't think I like this kid very much.
"Ooh, you're feisty too. I just love that in a woman." the team laughed and he grinned at me.
"I don't even know you! What gives you the right to touch me?!"
"Well, it's simple really, I like what I see and I try to get it. Easy as that." fuck, he was starting to sound like Marcus.
"Go fuck yourself!"
"No thanks, I'd rather fuck you, and I'm probably the only one that would too." he laughed again.
"Oooeeeekay, I think that's enough for Malfoy." said Marcus, just in time. Marcus took the seat between me and Malfoy. Marcus looked over at me. "Sorry, I came in a little too late."
"I don't like that kid very much."
"I guess I better teach him a thing or two about how to make a 'proper' pass at women, eh?" said Marcus, trying to make me feel better.
"It's no use Marcus, you're not making me feel better." I admitted.
"Well, I'm making an effort, aren't I?"
"Sorry, Marcus." I said softly. "Tonight just hasn't been my night."
When Dumbledore excused everybody, they all went to their dorms except for me. I had to go to detention. I lingered in the Great Hall for a while cos I, quite frankly, wasn't looking forward to spending an hour or two with Professor Snape, setting up chairs and filing papers while I could be sleeping with lack of anything else better to do.
So, after a while, I left the Great Hall, and headed on to my detention. Only problem? I can't remember where the bloody hell it was supposed to be in. So, for about five minutes, I was opening every classroom door, searching for my detention.
I entered one classroom and I saw a couple seriously snogging over some desks. Eeeewwwww. "Oh...er, I'm sorry." before I clumsily turned around, the couple looked at me. It was Andy and Oliver. Oh, God, how mortifying. "Well, if it isn't my sister and her boyfriend trying to get it on before school starts? Sick." I walked out before they could say anything, which was good because I didn't want them to say anything because there was nothing to say. All I know is that I'm going to give her major crap for that. I didn't think that my sister was that kind of person, you know? She's my little sister! I don't think anybody ever thinks of their little sister trying to get it on. Who the hell would want to think of their little sister trying to get it on? Sick.
But still, Andy? Trying to be naughty? No way. Andy would die if she ever got in a fight. The point? The point is that Andy's simply not capable of ever being A) Naughty, B) Risky, C) Rude, etc... Why? Cos I got those genes, that's why. Same goes the other way around with me.
Me and Andy, we're two very different people, that's why we don't get along with each other. It's always been that way. Watch, she'll most likely say that I scared her when she was younger. Yeah, right, I never scared her when she was younger, she was just very gullible and believed anything people would tell her, and she's still the same. She just can't take crap, can she?
I opened the next door and saw Professor Snape standing at the front of the room. That sight is scary as all hell. Damn, I'll tell you one thing, him standing there made me feel a hell of a lot more guilty for slapping Percy, even though he deserved it. I entered the room. I just wanted to get this over with and be on my way.
"Explain yourself, Ms. Fugler." demanded Snape. Shit. Did he want the whole truth about myself, cos then that's a lot to explain, but if he just wanted what happened tonight explained, then I can do that. I think he just wanted tonight explained. Or perhaps he wanted me to explain why I was late. Quick, better explain why I'm late.
"I'm late cos-"
"That's not what I want explained." he said sternly. As a matter a fact, everything that Professor Snape said was stern. Meanwhile, I'm standing here like an idiot thinking how I can explain that I hate my sister and her bastard friends and that if I hadn't been caught, I would've gone as far as to castrate that little fucker.
"Er..." Er! That was all I could come up with? How about explaining to him how that bastard deserved the slap?!
"Oh, please Ms. Fugler, take your time, don't be hasty now." Professor Snape said sarcastically.
"As I was saying...er..." short pause, take a deep breath, and go! "Okay, well, first of all, my sister and all of those other Gryffinshi- I mean, Gryffindors wouldn't shut their faces! So, me and Flint were like, 'Shut up!' and then they wanted to make something of it, so then Percy calls my name and says, 'Hey, Fugler, or should I say...' and then he mouthed that really really nasty word, that only Gryffindors say, and that me, a little poor Slytherin girl with all good intentions would never ever say because it's bad. And so, I went over to the table and I asked him what he said because I didn't believe what I just saw. And so he repeated the word, and then he said some other really mean stuff to me and all of my anger built up and I slapped him. But that was only because he was going to hurt my sister if I didn't do so. So, you see? I'm not that guilty!"
"Oh, I see..."
I went back to the common room at about eleven, where I found Marcus asleep on one of the couches. I walked over to him and punched him on his shoulder. He got up and looked dazedly at me.
"Oi, what're you doing here?" I said. "Waiting for dear ol' me?"
"No." he confessed. "I was waiting for some bird that never turned up."
"Oh."
"How was your detention?"
"Nothing much, setting up desks for tomorrow and organizing papers and what not." I said. "I got my detentions shortened down to three days, so that's good. And Percy's getting a detention also."
"Well, that's good. Serves him right, that little fucker."
"Did I mention that I caught my little sister about to get it on with her precious Ollie?"
"Andy? With that fuckin' poof? So, how far were they when you caught them? Snogging? Touching? The 'Golden Finish'?" Marcus said, sounding very interested.
"Er...they were...trying to get it on, and hands and shirts, and all that naughty stuff."
"Hmmm..."
"What?"
"I never thought Wood was the type of person who'd be into birds, if you know what I mean. I always thought he fancied Percy."
"Fuck, same 'ere."
"So they didn't technically go all the way and full out shagged, did they?"
"No, thank God."
"Well, for all we know he could still be a poof."
"Could be a poof? My, man, it's a proven fact."
"Fuck, I'm with you on that one." agreed Marcus, "So...what exactly did the scene look like?"
"Ugh, I don't want to talk about this, Marcus. I hate her."
"You mean you're jealous."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Oh yes Marcus, I really wanna fuck some bloke on a desk at school." he just looked at me, and that seemed to have said to me, 'Yes you do.' "Fuck you, Marcus." there was a long pause of silence.
"Tonight has been a really long night." I said, trying to put an end to this already disastrous night.
"Yeah, about that." said Marcus. "I'm sorry about tonight. I knew you were having a bad night already, so I shouldn't have invited Malfoy over."
"Ah, it's okay. At least I know that someone want's to fuck me, that's always a plus, isn't it?" he laughed.
"How was that anyways? Getting molested by a first year." He grinned at me.
"Shut up. It was sick. I hate that little pervert. In fact, he reminds me a lot of you when you were little."
"Fuck off. I was not that randy when I was little, was I?"
"I don't think anybody could be as randy as that little blonde bastard."
"Yeah." he paused. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just having a crap day, that's all."
"Er...you need a hug, or anything?"
"Why do you think I need a hug?"
"I dunno. You look like a sad bitch. Much like how my grandmum looked like when she died." he said honestly.
"Oh, thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better..."
"Er, sorry. Here, I'll give you a hug anyways." he hugged me.
"Yeah, thanks. Now piss off you fuckin' bastard."
"Fine, you stiff bitch, I'll piss off. Fuck, we'll see if you ever get wrapped up in arms like these ever again." we smiled at each other.
"All right, well I'm bloody tired, I'm off to bed."
"Yeah, same 'ere." We both got up and walked to the steps.
"Night, Marcus."
"Night, Sid."
I walked up the stone steps up to my new dorm. Everybody was asleep, and I sat in bed thinking about all that happened tonight: Percy making fun of my surname, me slapping Percy, then getting detention for a week for it, getting molested by a first year, and then finding my sister and her boyfriend about to get it on before school. My, my, I have had a long night, haven't I? I'd say that I've been through enough crap to last me a whole year, wouldn't you say? People always tell me to rely on hope, and to look on the bright side of life, but I can't exactly spot out hope or see any light at this moment. I can only say that things can get better, I mean, after all, it's only the first day...
If there is one thing I realized this night, it's this: I hate my sister, and I don't ever want to see her face again. She always gets everything, everything that I should've gotten. I hate her for it.
Finally, I'm back at school. This place, though forsaken, feels a hell of a lot closer to a home then that dreary hell of a house I had to spend most of my holiday in. I mean, I have a few people I can talk to, a nice room with a nice bed, better food, and no more nagging.
I sat next to Marcus and the rest of the team near the middle end of the Slytherin table. I put my head down, and watched people talking. Most of all, I kept my eyes on the Gryffindork table. Lucky bastards, they were. It's a proven fact that when you meet somebody and say, "Hi, I'm 'so and so' from Gryffindor." you will automatically be that persons friend, you will be loved and treasured by professors, and you will most likely go far in life. And it's also a proven fact that if you introduce yourself to somebody by saying, "Hi, I'm 'so and so' from Slytherin." the person will look at you in disgust, get scared, and you will be looked down upon by most professors, and you will most likely go far in life, only because of intimidation. So, therefore, Slytherin isn't such an all around bad place, now is it?
Anyways, those "Lucky Bastards" at the Gryffindor table were yelling. For the first time, they were raising their voices and being out of order. And who should be behind all of this, but my lovely sister and her fucking boyfriend and her fucking friends. Shit. What exactly was she getting at here? Was she trying to be like me? Fuck no.
"Will you shut up the hell up, you damn Gryffinshits?!" yelled Marcus. It's always been me and Marcus's pleasure to come up with different endings to the prefix "Gryffin-"
"How dare you make the first insult of the year to my sister!!! You know we were saving that for Harry Potter… Dammit Flint!" I said jokingly to him. It was the truth. Me and Flint were going to give that Potter kid some serious shit this year. "Oh Andy dear!" I yelled, "Do please shut your face!"
"Make me Sidney!" she hollered.
"Oh, just watch me you Gryffinbi-" I stood up, but Marcus pulled me back down.
"Cool it, man." he whispered in my ear as I took my seat.
"Hey, Fugler!!!" yelled Percy Weasley. Ugh...I hated him and his family sooo much. There are no words on how much I'd love to punch them all. "Or should I say..." then that bastard, Percy, mouthed the word "Fucker" and then added a lovely "Shut up!" with it. That was it. This was fucking it. I stood up, and Marcus wasn't gonna keep me down on this one. I walked over to the Gryffindor table to where Percy was sitting.
"Oi! What the fuck did you just say?!" by that time, everybody was starring at us.
"You heard what I said." said Percy in a smug voice.
"Oh, C'mon, why don't you say it again? I don't think I heard it all to well."
"You wanna know what I said?" asked Percy. "I said 'Fuuuu-'" but before he could say the 'cker" part, I back handed him. Right there at the table. It felt good to do that. My hand just sort of came across and "WHACK!". One half of his face was red, and I could hear the Slytherin Quidditch team laughing. It was funny. And I couldn't help but smile. Soon after that, I started laughing myself. It was hilarious. That little weasel deserved it! I couldn't really understand why Andy wasn't laughing. She knew he deserved it too. After all, she did have the same surname as me.
But yes, my bliss was cut short by a sudden, "Ms. Fugler!" Before I turned around, I closed my eyes and prayed that it wasn't Professor Snape and that, whoever it was, was calling my sister. My sister's head and mine jerked to the front of the room, where Professor Snape stood. Shit.
"Ms. Fugler, would you please be kind and take your seat?!" he said in a stern voice. I walked back to the Slytherin table, and it was a very long walk. As I took my seat, the Professor added: "By the way, Ms. Fugler?" my head looked up from my depressive slump and gave a cold look to that bastard. "I'll be seeing you in detention for the next week." Shit. This year wasn't going well at all.
The damn sorting began. And that damn hat sang it's song. And that damn Dumbledore sat smugly in his seat watching us. And my damn sister was sitting in her seat with all of her friends and with her fucking boyfriend, all of them looking happy. And then there was me. My head on the table with detention for a week for slapping somebody who quite deserved it.
When the food came, I left my head on the table. Maybe somebody would mistake my head for a turkey and cut it open.
"Hey..." said Adrian with a wad of food in his mouth. "You want some food, Sid?"
"Don't bother me, I'm busy being depressed." I said flat out.
"Hey Malfoy!" Marcus called over some blonde kid that looked rather annoying to me. The little kid came over and Marcus introduced him: "Hey, guys...er, and Sid, this is Draco Malfoy. My dad works for his dad." everybody said their Hello's and introduced themselves to him.
"Who the hell is she?" said Draco. Marcus explained to him that I wasn't feeling very good. "Ooh, it's probably PMS or something like that." The team laughed. Were people purposely trying to piss me off today or what? I ignored him. He took the seat in between me and Marcus. They talked mostly about Quidditch, but I wasn't really paying attention. In fact, I believe I was starting to fall asleep until I felt a hand on my knee. I figured that person just put their hand on my knee by accident or something, so I let it slide. Then that hand started moving up my thigh. That's when I looked down at my lap, and saw that pervert, Malfoy, touching me!
"Get your bloody hand off me." I said calmly, trying not to land myself another detention.
"No." he said sternly. The rest of the team just stared at us.
"No?" er...shit, I was expecting him to say sorry or something like that, but not no. He just looked at me. I looked at Professor Snape, who was engaged in deep conversation, to make sure he wasn't watching. "You fucking pervert!" I pushed his hand off me. I don't think I like this kid very much.
"Ooh, you're feisty too. I just love that in a woman." the team laughed and he grinned at me.
"I don't even know you! What gives you the right to touch me?!"
"Well, it's simple really, I like what I see and I try to get it. Easy as that." fuck, he was starting to sound like Marcus.
"Go fuck yourself!"
"No thanks, I'd rather fuck you, and I'm probably the only one that would too." he laughed again.
"Oooeeeekay, I think that's enough for Malfoy." said Marcus, just in time. Marcus took the seat between me and Malfoy. Marcus looked over at me. "Sorry, I came in a little too late."
"I don't like that kid very much."
"I guess I better teach him a thing or two about how to make a 'proper' pass at women, eh?" said Marcus, trying to make me feel better.
"It's no use Marcus, you're not making me feel better." I admitted.
"Well, I'm making an effort, aren't I?"
"Sorry, Marcus." I said softly. "Tonight just hasn't been my night."
When Dumbledore excused everybody, they all went to their dorms except for me. I had to go to detention. I lingered in the Great Hall for a while cos I, quite frankly, wasn't looking forward to spending an hour or two with Professor Snape, setting up chairs and filing papers while I could be sleeping with lack of anything else better to do.
So, after a while, I left the Great Hall, and headed on to my detention. Only problem? I can't remember where the bloody hell it was supposed to be in. So, for about five minutes, I was opening every classroom door, searching for my detention.
I entered one classroom and I saw a couple seriously snogging over some desks. Eeeewwwww. "Oh...er, I'm sorry." before I clumsily turned around, the couple looked at me. It was Andy and Oliver. Oh, God, how mortifying. "Well, if it isn't my sister and her boyfriend trying to get it on before school starts? Sick." I walked out before they could say anything, which was good because I didn't want them to say anything because there was nothing to say. All I know is that I'm going to give her major crap for that. I didn't think that my sister was that kind of person, you know? She's my little sister! I don't think anybody ever thinks of their little sister trying to get it on. Who the hell would want to think of their little sister trying to get it on? Sick.
But still, Andy? Trying to be naughty? No way. Andy would die if she ever got in a fight. The point? The point is that Andy's simply not capable of ever being A) Naughty, B) Risky, C) Rude, etc... Why? Cos I got those genes, that's why. Same goes the other way around with me.
Me and Andy, we're two very different people, that's why we don't get along with each other. It's always been that way. Watch, she'll most likely say that I scared her when she was younger. Yeah, right, I never scared her when she was younger, she was just very gullible and believed anything people would tell her, and she's still the same. She just can't take crap, can she?
I opened the next door and saw Professor Snape standing at the front of the room. That sight is scary as all hell. Damn, I'll tell you one thing, him standing there made me feel a hell of a lot more guilty for slapping Percy, even though he deserved it. I entered the room. I just wanted to get this over with and be on my way.
"Explain yourself, Ms. Fugler." demanded Snape. Shit. Did he want the whole truth about myself, cos then that's a lot to explain, but if he just wanted what happened tonight explained, then I can do that. I think he just wanted tonight explained. Or perhaps he wanted me to explain why I was late. Quick, better explain why I'm late.
"I'm late cos-"
"That's not what I want explained." he said sternly. As a matter a fact, everything that Professor Snape said was stern. Meanwhile, I'm standing here like an idiot thinking how I can explain that I hate my sister and her bastard friends and that if I hadn't been caught, I would've gone as far as to castrate that little fucker.
"Er..." Er! That was all I could come up with? How about explaining to him how that bastard deserved the slap?!
"Oh, please Ms. Fugler, take your time, don't be hasty now." Professor Snape said sarcastically.
"As I was saying...er..." short pause, take a deep breath, and go! "Okay, well, first of all, my sister and all of those other Gryffinshi- I mean, Gryffindors wouldn't shut their faces! So, me and Flint were like, 'Shut up!' and then they wanted to make something of it, so then Percy calls my name and says, 'Hey, Fugler, or should I say...' and then he mouthed that really really nasty word, that only Gryffindors say, and that me, a little poor Slytherin girl with all good intentions would never ever say because it's bad. And so, I went over to the table and I asked him what he said because I didn't believe what I just saw. And so he repeated the word, and then he said some other really mean stuff to me and all of my anger built up and I slapped him. But that was only because he was going to hurt my sister if I didn't do so. So, you see? I'm not that guilty!"
"Oh, I see..."
I went back to the common room at about eleven, where I found Marcus asleep on one of the couches. I walked over to him and punched him on his shoulder. He got up and looked dazedly at me.
"Oi, what're you doing here?" I said. "Waiting for dear ol' me?"
"No." he confessed. "I was waiting for some bird that never turned up."
"Oh."
"How was your detention?"
"Nothing much, setting up desks for tomorrow and organizing papers and what not." I said. "I got my detentions shortened down to three days, so that's good. And Percy's getting a detention also."
"Well, that's good. Serves him right, that little fucker."
"Did I mention that I caught my little sister about to get it on with her precious Ollie?"
"Andy? With that fuckin' poof? So, how far were they when you caught them? Snogging? Touching? The 'Golden Finish'?" Marcus said, sounding very interested.
"Er...they were...trying to get it on, and hands and shirts, and all that naughty stuff."
"Hmmm..."
"What?"
"I never thought Wood was the type of person who'd be into birds, if you know what I mean. I always thought he fancied Percy."
"Fuck, same 'ere."
"So they didn't technically go all the way and full out shagged, did they?"
"No, thank God."
"Well, for all we know he could still be a poof."
"Could be a poof? My, man, it's a proven fact."
"Fuck, I'm with you on that one." agreed Marcus, "So...what exactly did the scene look like?"
"Ugh, I don't want to talk about this, Marcus. I hate her."
"You mean you're jealous."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Oh yes Marcus, I really wanna fuck some bloke on a desk at school." he just looked at me, and that seemed to have said to me, 'Yes you do.' "Fuck you, Marcus." there was a long pause of silence.
"Tonight has been a really long night." I said, trying to put an end to this already disastrous night.
"Yeah, about that." said Marcus. "I'm sorry about tonight. I knew you were having a bad night already, so I shouldn't have invited Malfoy over."
"Ah, it's okay. At least I know that someone want's to fuck me, that's always a plus, isn't it?" he laughed.
"How was that anyways? Getting molested by a first year." He grinned at me.
"Shut up. It was sick. I hate that little pervert. In fact, he reminds me a lot of you when you were little."
"Fuck off. I was not that randy when I was little, was I?"
"I don't think anybody could be as randy as that little blonde bastard."
"Yeah." he paused. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just having a crap day, that's all."
"Er...you need a hug, or anything?"
"Why do you think I need a hug?"
"I dunno. You look like a sad bitch. Much like how my grandmum looked like when she died." he said honestly.
"Oh, thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better..."
"Er, sorry. Here, I'll give you a hug anyways." he hugged me.
"Yeah, thanks. Now piss off you fuckin' bastard."
"Fine, you stiff bitch, I'll piss off. Fuck, we'll see if you ever get wrapped up in arms like these ever again." we smiled at each other.
"All right, well I'm bloody tired, I'm off to bed."
"Yeah, same 'ere." We both got up and walked to the steps.
"Night, Marcus."
"Night, Sid."
I walked up the stone steps up to my new dorm. Everybody was asleep, and I sat in bed thinking about all that happened tonight: Percy making fun of my surname, me slapping Percy, then getting detention for a week for it, getting molested by a first year, and then finding my sister and her boyfriend about to get it on before school. My, my, I have had a long night, haven't I? I'd say that I've been through enough crap to last me a whole year, wouldn't you say? People always tell me to rely on hope, and to look on the bright side of life, but I can't exactly spot out hope or see any light at this moment. I can only say that things can get better, I mean, after all, it's only the first day...
If there is one thing I realized this night, it's this: I hate my sister, and I don't ever want to see her face again. She always gets everything, everything that I should've gotten. I hate her for it.